Resting in Awareness, we transform all the 'stuff' of our lives.

When someone we love dies, we get so busy mourning what died that we ignore what didn't.

Fear of death only comes through the brittleness of the ego.

Consciousness equals energy = love = awareness = light = wisdom = beauty = truth = purity. It's all the same trip.

It's only when caterpillarness is done that one becomes a butterfly. That again is part of this paradox. You cannot rip away caterpillarness. The whole trip occurs in an unfolding process of which we have no control.

Religions are founded by what mystics say when they come back; but what the mystics say is not the same as what happened to them.

Suffering is the sandpaper of our incarnation. It does its work of shaping us.